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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slavery Of Greece</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unrivall'd Greece! thou ever honor'd name,<br>Thou nurse of heroes dear to deathless fame!<br>Though now to worth, to honor all unknown,<br>Thy lustre faded, and thy glories flown;<br>Yet still shall Memory, with reverted eye,<br>Trace thy past worth, and view thee with a sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thee Freedom cherish'd once with fostering hand,<br>And breath'd undaunted valour through the land;<br>Here, the stern spirit of the Spartan soil,<br>The child of poverty, inur'd to toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here, lov'd by Pallas and the sacred Nine,<br>Once did fair Athens' tow'ring glories shine,<br>To bend the bow, or the bright faulchion wield,<br>To lift the bulwark of the brazen shield,<br>To toss the terror of the whizzing spear,<br>The conqu'ring standard's glitt'ring glories rear,<br>And join the mad'ning battle's loud career.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>How skill'd the Greeks; confess what Persians slain<br>Were strew'd on Marathon's ensanguin'd plain;<br>When heaps on heaps the routed squadron fell,<br>And with their gaudy myriads peopled hell.<br>What millions bold Leonidas withstood,<br>And seal'd the Grecian freedom with his blood;<br>Witness Thermopylæ! how fierce he trod!<br>How spoke a hero, and how mov'd a God!<br>The rush of nations could alone sustain,<br>While half the ravag'd globe was arm'd in vain.<br>Let Leuctra say, let Mantinea tell,<br>How great Epaminondas fought and fell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor war's vast art alone adorn'd thy fame,<br>&quot;But mild philosophy endear'd thy name.&quot;<br>Who knows not, sees not with admiring eye,<br>How Plato thought, how Socrates could die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To bend the arch to bid the column rise,<br>And the tall pile aspiring pierce the skies;<br>The awful scene magnificently great,<br>With pictur'd pomp to grace, and sculptur'd state,<br>This science taught; on Greece each science shone:<br>Here the bold statue started from the stone;<br>Here, warm with life, the swelling canvass glow'd;<br>Here, big with life, the poet's raptures flow'd;<br>Here Homer's lip was touch'd with sacred fire,<br>And wanton Sappho tun'd her am'rous lyre;<br>Here bold Tyrtæus rous'd th' enervate throng<br>Awak'd to glory by th' inspiring song;<br>Here Pindar soar'd a nobler, loftier way,<br>And brave Alcæus, scorn'd a tyrant's sway;<br>Here gorgeous Tragedy, with great controul,<br>Touch'd every feeling of th' impassion'd soul;<br>While in soft measure tripping to the song,<br>Her comic sister lightly danc'd along--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This was thy state! But oh! how chang'd thy fame,<br>And all thy glories fading into shame.<br>What! that thy bold, thy freedom-breathing land,<br>Should crouch beneath a tyrant's stern command;<br>That servitude should bind in galling chain;<br>Whom Asia's millions once oppos'd in vain,<br>Who could have thought? Who sees without a groan,<br>Thy cities mould'ring and thy walls o'erthrown?<br>That where once tower'd the stately solemn fane,<br>Now moss-grown ruins strew the ravag'd plain;<br>And unobserv'd but by the traveller's eye<br>Proud vaulted domes in fretted fragments lie;<br>And thy fall'n column on the dusty ground,<br>Pale ivy throws its sluggish arms around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy sons (sad change!) in abject bondage sigh;<br>Unpitied toil, and unlamented die;<br>Groan at the labours of the galling oar,<br>Or the dark caverns of the mine explore.<br>The glitt'ring tyranny of Othman's sons,<br>The pomp of horror which surrounds their thrones<br>Has aw'd their servile spirits into fear;<br>Spurn'd by the foot, they tremble and revere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The day of labour, night's sad sleepless hour,<br>Th' inflictive scourge of arbitrary pow'r,<br>The bloody terror of the pointed steel,<br>The murd'rous stake, the agonizing wheel,<br>And (dreadful choice!) the bow-string or the bowl,<br>Damps their faint vigour, and unmans the soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Disastrous fate! still tears will fill the eye,<br>Still recollection prompt the mournful sigh,<br>When to thy mind recurs thy former fame,<br>And all the horrors of thy present shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So some tall rock, whose bare broad bosom high,<br>Tow'rs from th' earth, and braves th' inclement sky;<br>On whose vast top the blackening deluge pours,<br>At whose wide base the thund'ring ocean roars;<br>In conscious pride its huge gigantic form<br>Surveys imperious, and defies the storm.<br>Till worn by age and mould'ring to decay,<br>Th' insidious waters wash its base away;<br>It falls, and falling cleaves the trembling ground,<br>And spreads a tempest of destruction round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Canning">George Canning</a><div class=q>
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Thou nurse of heroes dear to deathless fame!
Though now to worth, to honor all unknown,
Thy lustre faded, and thy glories flown;
Yet still shall Memory, with reverted eye,
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